She started to dry herself, but without a word, I caught her eye and commanded that she dry me. With that naughty smile, she agreed, and she turned he... attention to me. I grabbed another towel and worked to get her dried off as well. It was an interesting dance that we wove as searched out wetness and dried each other. Like the rest of her, her breasts were firm and real. She seemed to enjoy the extra time I spent drying them. We were nearly dry, and I was going to ask her if we had time to. My wife had planned the party all I had to do was get dressed. For this one I was to be dressed as my alter ego and her lesbian slut, "Kellie."Our friends all know about this side of our lives, because they are almost all Fem / Dom couples as well. I showered and shaved, and pulled together my wardrobe. I picked out a gorgeous, sexy red dress, thigh highs, and the rest, (You know the routine) I won't bore you with the details but I was going to look hot. Submissive, and ready.As I dressed I. The black and red butterfly once again came into view. It seemed larger and bursting with color.Either it was getting bigger or she was getting smaller. Her cunt kept burning and the crotch of her jeans was wet and showing through.She very slowly unbuttoned the loose blouse that hung around her large, firm breasts and let the wind flap it open.The cool breeze flew inside the folds and whisked her breasts bare of the light fabric that framed her cleavage.Her breaths became definite pants. I imagine how she would shiver when I do, and how her powerful, muscled body would flex to mold into me. Just as I imagine sliding my hands underneath the clingy fabric, to touch and pet and pinch all her sensitive places, I slide my hand into my trunks and touch myself. I'm more than half-hard. I blame her and her one-piece suit. It leaves too much to the imagination, and my imagination has accepted the challenge. It's going into overdrive.I imagine wrestling her control away from her. With.